KeesKennis

Kees = Baboon and Kennis = Knowledge: So you know what to expect. Everything said on this blog is true: Bulshit or Wisdom is your choice.
My love of nature far exceeds my knowledge of same. I have lived on this continent for 55 plus years. I know a bribe when I see one.

08 April 2014

Four Seasons ~ Vivaldi

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I do not employ anybody. My little influence here is that I have a big mouth in my community. So the deal is that everybody that post anything that is good about the Saudis or the Arab emirates or any country where woman are not treated as equals will be mocked. So please hit the Unfriend button and go and buy some cheap gas. King Abdul Aziz come and lick my ass.

06 April 2014

A gallon of morphine

A gallon of morphine. Morphine is a drug. It is the basest of all pain controlling drugs. When my wife Esta was dying from breast cancer She and me figured out that 1 cc here 2 cc there would not be noticed by nursing staff. We harboured a few litres of this deadly stuff. When she finally said after six years, "That was my final chemo" I respected but hated that. The Idea as we planned it was that... if the pain got to much I would apply a deadly dose. The Cancer was too much and too rapid, I flushed all that morphine down the drain. I could have used that on myself and wanted to but our daughter was just a troublesome teen. Me and my Daughter live full lives today. Count your blessings. You have more than you think.

In the preceding days I filled various syringes with various percentages of morphine and thought about our pact. I would have used it but I would have used it on myself as well.

03 April 2014

Thinking of Bowser

I have had several bulldogs, lovely animals with a long history of human intervention.

They all look like this with colours ranging from black to white.
Bowser was brown with white patches. He disliked wheels and destroyed a number of tyres from tricycles to bicycles to motorbikes and cars. We laughed it off until one day he viciously attacked a woman working for us. Hospital for her. I took Bowser to the vet to be put down. Because he was such a champion and he had the looks I was on the lookout for skulduggery. Sure as shit the vet insisted that I leave before he put the dog to sleep. I outstared him and hugged Bowser until he was dead, then I took his body home and gave him a proper tearful burial.

When Keesie was about 22 - 24 years old he met a man "Dagennag Smit" With correct use of spaces it became "Dag en Nag Smit", meaning Day and Night Smit. This guy ran his trucking company by day and as the trucks pulled in at night he would be waiting with a forklift and would load the trucks and tie down the loads so that when the drivers presented themselves in the morning they could leave early. So he worked 20 hours per out of 5 days of the week. So on Saturdays and Sundays he was bored, so he sold building and plaster sand on Saturday. Using a decrepit old 5 m3 truck he left early on Saturday mornings and filled the truck himself using a shovel. According to him it was cheaper than any gym. On Sundays he did odd jobs for farmers to alleviate the boredom and that is how I met him. I was working as a hunter and living on a farm and Dagennag came to change a broken no 8 wind pump on a windmill. This pump weighs about 40 kg (88.8lbs). Dagennag came in at about 70 kg and he just went up the steel ladder and undid the few bolts and now facing outwards he strapped the pump to his back and then using leg power he stood up taking the weight of this pump and then slowly and methodically turned round, a handhold, then a foothold repeated until he was facing the right way. He came down and changed the pump on his back for the new one and repeated the exercise in reverse. I was struck down by awesome. I finally did the same a few years later. He of course became fabulously wealthy but he inspired and I am not doing too badly.

27 June 2013

Trans something or other

The sorry story:My queer friend Wessel asked me to be his bodyguard when he visited a new nightclub.I also had other queer friends, one liked to eat underboiled grasshoppers.Wessel was queer because he wanted to stuff men, and as that was not the norm at that time and he called himself queer.As I had no problem with him wanting to stuff other men I agreed to escort him to this new club and agreed to stop men from stuffing him, if he didn't want them to.These queer club members were awfully aware of senses.After I felled the first guy, that kissed me, with an elbow to his teeth, they all realised that I was, in their lingo, a babymaker.We realy had fun finding the teeth, that was scattered all over the floor.While we were hunting for teeth, on our hands and knees, I met a female escort of one of the other male queers.

Now that we have met Suzen, we can continue. (Names changed to protect the innocent)With Suzen and me both having a background of queerness, we clicked.We had sex on any notion that nobody had done so before.On park benches.In trains.On planes. (I only said that because it rhymes)In Taxis (It cost her/and me a fair number of bucks)On the back lawn of her and my parents house.In the movies.In queer clubs, with our charges finding new experiences on the dance floor or the toilets.

The background has now been established so we continue with the story.

We did not love each other, we did not even like each other.She was hard to come, I was good at making it happen.I on the other hand was not good at making my age group accept my do it or effoff position (watch them youngsters)We rocked.

The story continues.

The mayor of Verwoerdburg (Verwoerd = the founding father of Apartheid) sent a invitation to a mayoral ball to her parents, which she intercepted.I made sure that the same invitation did not reach my parents.Wessel from earlier in the story was involved.Wessel by the way was built like a greek god, but walked funny.He played the piano like a god, greek or otherwise.

By the time the speeches were finished, I was made up like a harlot and proposing to the mayor's aides, and with Suzen (made up to look like a masculine Kerry) and with Wessel in the background (looking like a daffy duck but with his muscles and genitals showing) they ran as hard as they could.

Once we chased all the queer people (those that believed they had god's handle on sex) away, we had a mayoral ball.

The police that was sent to clear us out (according to the capitan) was all cleared away by our own force of drink, sex, f*ck me, or all three.

Those that were not convinced was "klapped" hard by me or some very big queers.I must add here that the queer's that did the "klapping" could have been male or female.

On 2 July 1942, most of the children of Lidice, a small village in what was then Czechoslovakia, were handed over to the Łódź Gestapo office. Those 82 children were then transported to the extermination camp at Chełmno 70 kilometers away. There they were gassed to death. This remarkable sculpture by by Marie Uchytilová commemorates them.

This not guns are killing kids

Kip Kinkel, 15, murdered his parents in 1998 and the next day went to his school, Thurston High in Springfield, Ore., and opened fire on his classmates, killing two and wounding 22 others. He had been prescribed both Prozac and Ritalin.
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Good and Bad news

DOCTOR: I've got some good news, and some bad news.
PATIENT: Let me have the bad news first.
DOCTOR: You're going to be dead in three days.
PATIENT: Dead in three days? What's the good news?
DOCTOR: I'm banging your wife.
PATIENT: You're having an affair with my wife?
DOCTOR: Banging. I wouldn't dignify it as "an affair."
PATIENT: Well then you're banging my wife! How is the hell is that remotely good news?!
DOCTOR: You've got bigger things to worry about. How I envy you your perspective.
PATIENT: ...
DOCTOR: Anal, too.

Liberals, socialists and communists will tax this person ...

Because he is willing to work.
Liberals, socialists and communists will steal his money through taxes and give it to slack shits that don't want to work and need booze money.
This is what Obama and Zuma is doing in the USA and SA.
For the slower of my lib readers, no, the photo was not taken in the USA or SA.
You are welcome

19 November 2012

The top piccie is corect

Hi Eric I knew you would have picked up on 5:00 being wrong, so I fixed it for you. Eric Swg 9! is 362 880 and the sq rt of that = 602.39 So if you minus 1 you get 601.39 which is not 5: In the new clock that I Photospped 3! = 6 So 6 -1 =5. I hope this makes it clear.

29 October 2012

‎200 thousand years ago:
We were all immigrants wherever we found ourselves.
I am speaking of what I know. A little knowledge goes a long way.
The white tribe.
We fucked up and killed countless others....

Pale Males ponied up though and started a magic revolution.
We now have cars, movies, cell phones, real heavier than air flying planes, electricity, the internet and many more of some special others like super heavy hitting low weight golf clubs. I would not like to think I have too many commas in that last sentence.
And now some fuck from Kenya can call me a special racial fuck because he does not understand how a fucking TV works or he does not understand 9th grade math.
That was then/now
We engineers or peeps that make things work of all the colours of the rainbow should strike and say: Pay me or I will cancel my contract.
I personally refuse to pay anything anymore to any socialist sucking government
Think before you bring another little peep into this world. Is that to much to ask. Why must I pay for your droppings?

Ny heart is sore. A man that I have known for fifteen years have just lost his wife to cancer. If you pray, please pray for him and his young child. Please think of them in these darkerst of dark hours and days and send them your best wishes. Thank you.
I have crawled out that hole of despair. I takes a lot. Life, what life?
My child from those dark days are with me today and she now has my grandchild.
My new wife of 14 or so years (sorry Pumkin) are with me today and with her comes two new children and another grandchild .
I also have 2 new SIL's
Life, this life, it is the only one we have.
My friend, please stay strong, life beckons and grins

That smell about libs

It comes from them being easily fooled

Pinkest Menace can pump up his shocks. If it is free Uts Savoury47 % in the US 90 % in Scotland are freeloaders, and I do not even want to guess about the % in SA.What can't go on will not go on. Even if you wish it with your deaarest heart

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags. We drank water from the garden hose, not from a bottle.

Takeaway food was limited to fish and chips, there were no pizza shops, McDonald's, KFC, Subway or Nando's.

Even though all the shops closed at 6pm and didn't open on a Sunday, somehow we didn't starve to death!

We shared one soft drink with four friends from one bottle and no one died from this. We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy toffees, gobstoppers and bubble gum.

We ate white bread and real butter, drank cow's milk and soft drinks with sugar, but we weren't overweight because... we were always outside playing!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day, but we were OK. We would spend hours building go-karts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes.

We built treehouses and dens and played in riverbeds with Matchbox cars. We did not have PlayStations, Nintendo Wii and Xboxes, or video games, DVDs, or colour TV.

There were no mobiles, computers, internet or chatrooms. We had friends and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. And we ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, too.

Only girls had pierced ears. You could buy Easter eggs and hot cross buns only at Easter time.

We were given air guns and catapults for our tenth birthdays, we rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or just yelled for them.

Not everyone made the schoo! rugby, football, cricket or netball teams. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that. Getting into the team was based on merit.

Our teachers hit us with canes, gym shoes and threw the blackboard rubber at us if they thought we weren't concentrating.

We can string sentences together, spell and have proper conversations now because of a solid three Rs education.

Our parents would tell us to ask a stranger to help us cross the road.

Mum didn't have to go to work to help Dad make ends meet because we didn't need to keep up with the Joneses!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

Parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like Kiora, Blade, Ridge and Vanilla. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

You might want to share this with others who grew up in an era before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives.

26 May 2012

Ulnar opp

I first felt the loss of sensation about 6 months ago.
After a series of tests I landed with Dr. Martin Wells and he did the opp. My hand is swolen like a balloon but some feeling have already returned to the 2 fingers. 7 days to the soft cast and bandages coming off.